Pitiful, Trivial, Self-Centred Whining

Here’s the view from my desk. Because I’m a know-nothing photographer, you can’t get a sense of how gorgeous the view out my window is, because everything outside is bleached out while everything inside is too dark.

But trust me, it’s beautiful. All I have to do is turn my head and my eyeballs get a face-full of pretty outsideness. Alas, something long-dreaded happened today that marks the beginning of the end for my lovely, scenic vista.

Namely, this:

Woe is me, about to lose a quarter of my lovely patch of sky to which I have unjustifiably come to feel entitled to. It is a sad, sad, sad day for me. Sniffle.